Dr. Neumann pressed his hands against Lydia’s cheeks the next morning and stared into her eyes.
“Why are you looking at my eyes?”
“The eyes are the gateway to your health,” Neumann said. “You can tell a lot by looking at someone’s eyes.”
“How do mine look?”
“Beautiful.” He presented a friendly smile.
Lydia moved her feet under the sheet. “I said I’m fine.”
“Someone drugged you.” Dee stood by Lydia’s bed with her arms crossed. “You don’t know if you’re fine or not.”
“I’m fine.” Lydia pushed the stethoscope away as Neumann tried to use it. “Just some sick asshole who thought he could take advantage. I fought him off. It’s over now.” She laid her head on the thick white pillow. “I don’t wanna talk about this anymore.”
Lucian stuck his head inside the room. “Is everything okay?”
“No,
